They did it! :(
Those inhuman heartless guys did it!!!
They have pulled the plug on Blogger in my office so my visits are going to be really rare for a few weeks now!
But without blogger,I could actually realise that I was neck deep in work ...
So me gets back to work for sometime now.
See you people after I reach Indian soil (though I might be dropping by occasionally before that as well)
And did I tell you, I have been cursed to spend 3 months in Chennai?
Yeah...I am surrounded by such good hearted samaritans
Their idea of sending me 'home' ...Some one tell them not all Tamilians are from Chennai!

Song On: Tujhse Naraz Zindagi
Mood: Sad :(

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Posted by Sat at 1:02 AM
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It's the V-day
Everyone's up with a post, why should I be left behind
But I don't have anything to write about :-
And I suck big time writing mushy stuff
So here's my ode to the big V!

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished.However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.

Idhuvum sontha saraku illa...from the movie V for Vendetta and I don't know what on earth it means!...Love it :)
But somehow talking about proposals, relationship, I can't help remembering these lines:
'Man says he loves me!..Think he'll propose if I win?'
'You win...*I'll* Propose!'
Sweet!...it's not a conversation between 2 lovers, but a smiple exchange between a girl and her father figure. They're completely out of context. That's the point :)
From the movie Million Dollar Baby.Love it!
P.S: I can't remember more vain a post...absolutely Vain!

Song on: Vindicated (dashboard conf)
Mood: 'V'icked!

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Posted by Sat at 6:02 AM
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Statutory warning: Ini adikkadi narrative-la italics and font changes vandhu ungala bayamuruthum, idhellam en ‘creative license’ (!!!) use panni naana potta masala. Porumaya padikanum, enna? And if you do not get what’s going on in Italics, never mind, it’s mere rambling, you’ll still get what the story is!
Taking off from where we left RF
It so happened, much to RF’s delight that one fine day TMG decided to quit the project and go in search of greener pastures with more lives to be ruined. TMG also announced that once he found such a place, he would soon pull Villain along. It was RF’s one chance to take over the entire team. But it was all thwarted by TMG’s announcement that replacing him at the top level would be that manager guy’s friend, Another Manager (AM). The team was familiar with A.M as he had handled the entire group before TMG and the team quite liked him. But TMG couldn’t let all to be well and fine so he also attached the ‘clause’. The long clause went that AM would be busy at a different location with his own work, so he can’t devote much time to this team. So I leave you all to the mercy of Villain and RF. The SEs breathed a sigh of relief after being terrified that how can something take a turn for the better and upset the normalcy of their cruel life.
TMG decides to throw a party as a departing gesture, the team mates are over joyed as they would get rid of TMG plus they would have free drinks. TMG is busy transferring his ‘gyan’ to Villain and Villain does all that is in his limits to pretend to listen and at the same time keep his eyes off the girl in the next table.

TMG aka Vincent: And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Villain aka Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?
TMG: No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the f@ck a Quarter Pounder is.
Villain: Then what do they call it?
TMG: They call it a Royale with cheese.
Villain: A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?
TMG: Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.
Villain: Le Big-Mac. Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper?
TMG: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.
Courtesy: Pulp Ficiton, Q Tarantino

Mayya Mayya from the movie Guru playing in the backdrop
RF tries to affirm her position with AM, AM being the blunt person doesn’t give her much hope.
All that when the drinks had not arrived.
Ting Tong! In came the drinks…and this is how it turned out:
TMG busy trying a tongue twister
Villain is not to be seen (sources confirmed he took off with a bottle of champagne. Girl-next-table apparently missing!)
AM is trying to flirt with RF
RF, her drunk self, doesn’t realise that that might have scored her browny points in her own unethical way, and wards off AM
Rest of the team is having fun at their expense, well, for a change!

Labels: Office, RF

Posted by Sat at 10:37 AM
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It's a sultry afternoon, an over crowded bus, and all you know is that the person standing next to you hasn't had a shower for days …
You are seriously considering such people should be awarded capital punishment!
But you'd rather not give up that seat, in all it's stinking glory…Oh no, it's still better than being mauled by the ruthless crowd in the bus…Worse still dancing to the tunes of the bus driver, swinging rocking at every turn…uh!....prefer the 'scent' rather.
The bus stops at the next stop, spewing out people on the way, only to get in twice as many inside. Can't blame them, this is their last resort as the benevolent BMTC do not ply on this route regularly. In comes a lady carrying a toddler.
'Oh boy…she had to choose THIS bus of all!'

This could have been any day, it could happen to anyone.
Any woman can easily be in that lady's place, and any person, man or woman might be in the your place, blissfully seated.
The question is, would you give up the seat for this lady?
Some might think, why is there a question at all?...isn't that obvious?
No, apparently it is not!
It's a welcome change that our generation doesn't accept anything on the face value.
We reason it out, rational thinkers that we are.
And finally pass the judgement of how one should act
It's a healthy sign to see a society think and react than merely following someone's action.
But it's equally disheartening to realise that we have gone one step further to analyse everything merely with our brains and not giving much role to our heart.

The Brain man would think:
I have stood in my bus stop for more than half an hour, turned up early because I wanted to get this seat.
So there you go, I earned it!
I am equally tired after my day's work; the summer's got the same bad effect on me.
I don't fancy standing in this pandemonium either!
On the other hand, the lady might have happily arrived late at the bus stop, did not have to fight to get in. But nevertheless is guaranteed a seat, why because she has a kid with her. How fair is that? In fact, the lady did not have to board such an over crowded bus, she could have arranged for another mode of transport! But she did come on board feeling confident that the crowd does not affect her, you got a kid, hell, you'll get a seat anyway! But how right is it to expect me to give up this 'hard-earned' seat and go through the torture of standing for the rest of my journey? I am an ordinary person, I am no Budha/Gandhi. So I'll be my own selfish self and not give up my seat. I don’t care if someone thinks I am insensitive. But I am staying put! You want a seat, make it to the stop earlier!

What does the Brain plus Heart man have to say?
Let's hear that as well.
I have stood in my bus stop for more than half an hour, turned up early because I wanted to get this seat. I am equally tired after my day's work, the summer's got the same bad effect on me
I don't fancy standing in this pandemonium either….
If it could be so difficult for me, how difficult would it be for the lady carrying a wailing kid and balancing in this rickety bus? Yes, she could have gone in for another option, but I must know that not everyone can afford to pay a fortune to those autowalas. Especially on this route when they demand double the amount! I sure wouldn't have taken a rick myself….
And missing this bus would mean another couple of minutes in the scorching heat…awful, I wouldn't go through that. Might as well get into this bus and get it over with!
I don't blame her, may be she didn't really have much of a choice…none of my business really!
Because it could easily be me in her shoes some day…me/my wife could be carrying my kid and struggling in a bus one day.
And how would I wish that a benevolent soul to step forward to help!
I can go on and get harassed by this crowd, but at least I'll feel better I gave up my seat to someone who needed it much more than me
At least my inner voice won't torment me when I go to bed tonight!...
We don't need someone to tell us that it's a priority seat and needs to be given up for someone in need. We are sound enough to make that judgement by ourselves, aren't we? That demarcation is for the rather heartless robots that have so easily mingled with us humans and cannot really tell that someone might find it more painful to travel standing in a bus like this.

So, it all boils down to one thing, a simple choice.
Either be the person who'd only use his/her brain, reason it out and decide the outcome. That's what the PC I am typing into does, doesn't it?
Or I could be the one who can listen to my heart as well, and then decide what to do. And yeah, my PC doesn't have a heart so I am more human that that by a mile :)

P.S: I typed it out following a discussion whether one has to give up their seat should there be another person who might want it more. I was surprised we even had a discussion there. Only goes on to show we are becoming more and more callous and seeking out one excuse after another to conceal a weak character. I am not stating which of the above 2 are right or wrong, but whatever be the case, I'd definitely not be a fan of the first one!
P.P.S: Hmmm….London has donned white today. It must be the heaviest snowfall the British capital has seen in years. It’s freezing, numbing…it’s beautiful :)

Song On: Nothing but wind
Mood: Blank

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Posted by Sat at 9:22 AM
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Wait...before you proceed, I am on my most cruel punch bag routine and have taken it all out on my blog this time. If you do not have it in you to handle office politics (which is a yummy pizza with a 'lying' base, 'cheesy' layer, undesirably informative but proactive toppings dabbed with lots of sarcasm and a dash of purely evil fun), please do not proceed any further! I have taken liberty to thrash a few individuals, particularly one....so you're welcome to have fun at their expense! Now read.
no no wait wait....*strong* (a little bit!) language and bloody violence warning. Reader discretion advised! Now read on.


This write up/story is a record on the incidents, events, mishaps, you-name-it related to an individual whom we can safely call ‘ruffled feathers’. This is not a work of fiction, any resemblance to characters living or dead is purely intentional and has nothing to do with coincidence.
Our story shall involve a host of other characters, but with regard to their privacy (and my own personal safety); their names have been changed.
Our story starts in a desolate building in a dingy street.
Now in this rather brooding building sat a small little team of software engineers, who were forced to believe that their one true mission in life was to work and be benevolent; benevolent when you have to give away all the laurels for your work to your boss! Then you had the module leads or MLs, who were SEs who had been SEs long enough and threatened to either quit or cause mortal damage to their bosses. To tame these frustrated and dangerous creatures, the new ‘role’ was introduced recently. They were paid the same as the SEs and got no extra benefits, only a different name and the impression that they no longer belonged to the entry level. And of course there were those who were a little above the poor downtrodden engineers, those were the lower middle management, the ‘Leads’. Now what they did lead (apart from miserable lives) is a totally different story. But their job was to peep into the SE’s monitor and ring the emergency alarm if they found anything like Yahoo, Google or even Blogger open, to intimidate their boss (we’ll get to him later…and by the way, they did not have to bother about Orkut as that was blocked already!). They were code named *a$$* kissers (A.K) for the obvious reasons.

And then the person who sits on top of everyone…actually everyone’s head. The manager guy! (TMG) The most marvellous creation of god and dare I say equipped with the best of all modern instruments! They considered dropping Daniel Craig and signing him for his ease with gadgests and gizmos, but re-considered once they had a look at him. Plan B is to cast him in a remake of E.T in the title role. He knows everything that goes on in the cursed cubicles of the SEs. He has spies all over the office floor. He has a RADAR which covers every nook and cranny of the floor…Nope, hiding in the emergency exit stair case is not going to help, unlike mobile networks, his RADAR is strong. He responds to only 2 people and is answerable to only them. His two bosses, one, the guy he calls boss and another, his actual boss, his wife.

So, you might be wondering where does ruffled feathers (RF) fit in? She (yep, that’s a woman!) was an A.K. But a frustrated one at that because she believed it was time she replaced TMG. Her frustration normally showered on the hapless SEs, particularly a new one (fresh meat Aka FM) who had just joined the team. He put it up with her obviously because he was under the false impression that she actually knew something. Which was later clarified by his experienced team mates. And then there was Villain, her colleague and yet another lead in the same team. Villain was RF’s sworn enemy, but that doesn’t make him good either. Had he been a filmi villain, he would have been Prakash Raj, a bit confused, psyched out and a vicious one. He also happens to be TMG’s top most spy and added to that took great pleasure in usurping the credit for the efforts of the SEs. But he played it so cool with them that not one doubted his noble intentions!

P.S: Will be back with more bitching. Till then, drop your rotten eggs, tomatoes in the comment section. I'd return them without fail, in all my true-scorpio self, one day in your blogs.

Song on: Money (P.Floyd)
Mood: Crazy

Labels: Office, RF

Posted by Sat at 7:47 AM
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